(A re-post from a couple of years ago.  I don't care who I target)

 

Remoaners, dull droners, like fleas that just buzz in your ears

With whingeing and bleating and sobbing and crocodile tears

They won’t take no note of

The will of the voters

Insisting that they still no best

Despite democratically

And quite emphatically

Failing the ballot box test.

 

Remainers, complainers, it’s time you should wind in your necks

Although it’s unlikely you’ll do the right thing, one suspects

Your case was thought feeble

When put to the people

They opted to leave the EU

There’s no use defying

Decry- or denying

The popular will as you do.

 

Remoaners are owners of wisdom electorates lack

But voters decided it’s time to take sovereignty back

You campaigned to vote “Stay”

But didn’t get your way

That’s tough! We’ve settle our choice

Now you may not like it

If so – on yer bike!

It’s the sound of democracy’s voice.